Chapter 29 | You Are Worthy

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Slowing down, the female lay on her side and whined. She watched him jog up to her and nuzzle his nose into her stomach. All of this behavior felt so brainless- but they were entirely communicating in wolf.

"I'm going to run around." Midas' deep, gravely voice broke through her mind. 

Raising his head- her mate's black eyes met hers. She'd nod her head in affirmation.

"Do you want to come with me?" He'd ask her with the tilt of his head.

Riot stood up. "I'm going to lay by the lake." She'd say, "Stay nearby."

"Hard to keep me away." His snicker echoed, making her roll her eyes.

He'd trot away, bouncing energetically, into the forest. Nearby bushes ruffled as he broke into a sprint.

With her head lowered- she'd slowly lumber down the small hill and up to the lake's edge. Riot looked up and noticed the beautiful white moon shining in the sky. A trail of light reflected off the lake's surface.
The full moon spoke to her tonight. When she used to peer upon it, it looked at her with a frown at her misery. But tonight- the moon smiled upon her joy. She wasn't lonely anymore- she wasn't a rogue. She's met the Goddess' purpose.

Being back with Cronus truly did fix everything. She fought so hard at the thought for so long.

Trailing her eyes down at the lake's edge- her reflection bounced back. "Artio?" Riot thought softly, bringing her wolf out from the depths of her mind. "Yes?" She'd hum.

Her wolf no longer spoke to her through gritted teeth or animosity. She was happy.

"I'm sorry." Her ears bent back as her shoulder slumped, "... I shouldn't have ignored you. You were right."

"You were right all along."

Silence rose between the two. Dead leaves fell from the empty trees- ruffling as they landed on snow-covered bushes.

"Thank you." Artio cooed softly, "But, that's the past. We're happy now, Riot." Her wolf comforted her.

"The only issue we have now is mother. That is all."

Riot looked back up at the moon. Her wolf looked through her eyes as they shared a sight of the beautiful moon. The Moon Goddess, the mother of the werewolf, looks upon her children from the eyes of the moon itself. She felt safe under her watchful eye.

She raised her slumped shoulders.

The Moon Goddess was who she wanted to thank. Her destiny lined up for her and ended with such kindness and love.

Being a werewolf... wasn't a curse.

Artio perked in her subconscious at this thought. She seemed to be in shock.

She doesn't regret being a werewolf, and she's happy River can share this bond with her own wolf.

It almost felt like everything clicked. The puzzle pieces were finally pushed together- Artio and Riot's hearts were pushed back together. They were one again.

The moon shone brighter, nearly enough to see as if it were the sun.

"I've always wondered how you knew so much more than me." Riot hummed. She'd bow into herself and shift back into a human. The woman lay on the soft grass.

Artio sighed. "I... don't know much." The wolf muttered, "I remember being the wolf for another woman. But... she died."

"Next thing I knew, I was in your subconscious."

Fascinating. How does that even work? Is that the work of the Moon Goddess?

"Whatever happened..." Riot smiled at the sky, "You saved my life."

The moon is starting to feel brighter and brighter. She'd rub her eyes- getting up and staying seated on the grass. 

Her skin was suddenly itchy. She'd rapidly itch herself, skin crawling at every point. Her joints ached, and she was beginning to feel hot. Riot's fingers dug into her scalp- itching it roughly- before itching her shoulders and arms. 
Looking down- Riot noticed her toenails were longer and shaper than normal. It's as if they grew a few inches- what the fuck? Artio shared her confusion and panic, rushing to heal anything- but nothing was hurt.

"God, I'm fucking itchy..." She'd mutter under her breath, getting up and standing. Her longer claws itched her legs until she could see bright red marks. "What the hell is going on?"

"Riot?" Artio panickly called out.

She felt her bones beginning to snap- as if she was shifting. 

But it hurt.

It fucking HURT.

Holding her head with the palm of her hands, the most beautiful voice echoed through her mind. It whisped through her body like a lullaby.


"You are worthy."


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